Random Channel Surfing

I like realizing that other people are going through the same things. It's like realizing I'm not alone and it's a very homey feeling. It makes me feel connected to someone.

I've seen this movie at least a dozen times and every time I watch it, I always have the same reaction. I'm left with this indescribable happy feeling in my chest... this awe at how all it takes is one person to change the world. That's why WALL-E is my favourite Pixar movie. Because it makes me happy.

It's kinda scary that Albertans have two conservative parties to choose from. Isn't one enough? Especially when you consider that one of them is closer to fascism than conservatism. When you consider that the leader for one party has been likened to Rick Santorum. What sickens me most about these upcoming elections is how popular  the Wild Rose party has become. There's a house just outside of my neighbourhood that has always put up PC Conservative placards and propaganda. Every election year, it was the same thing. My family anticipated seeing it and yet this year, the occupants of the house seem to have switched teams and are now supporting the Wild Rose party. *shudders* This is a woman who thinks: The wall [between church and state] should be torn down. This is a woman who thinks: “It is perfectly reasonable (to) expect [university] students to refrain from practices that are biblically condemned, and sign a pledge not to get drunk, swear, harass, lie, cheat

It's so aggravating; every time I react angrily or show a passionate emotion, I feel alien. Weird. Awkward. And I don't get it. Why do I torture myself for defending myself? I have the right to get upset. I have the right to stand up for myself. //endrant

It's true. For however long you're indisposed due to nausea or puking, you can't talk, walk, see... really, you can't do anything really. You're stuck in one place, immobile, waiting for the sick to pass. That was my evening yesterday. I shall never again eat beans. I mean, it's not like I like them on a good day, but after getting sick on them, I just don't see how I can ever trust them again. And, silly me, I've gotten sick off of beans in the past. The third-last time I threw up? Beans. I never learn. And now, I have to email my good friend Marie and apologize why I was indisposed last night. *sigh*

Tummy's in knots. Heart's in overdrive. Tears well up. I'm a mess. So scared and anxious and unbelievably frustrated. Will I have immunity? Will I stand up for myself? Fuckity-Fuck-Fuckery.

I go through weird music phases where all I want to do is listen to one music genre. Right now that genre is rap.